We had a good time obviously but it was in Spain that I started to actually worry about myself. Towards the end of the holiday we were all sat in the little marina bar. My mates were kicking a ball around about 20 yards away on the beach and I just sat looking after the drinks. As cheesy as this sounds, the sun was setting and there was a lovely warm breeze. I was having a great holiday that I hadn't paid a penny for, we were surrounded by beautiful people and lovely white boats, the spanish mountains were behind me and the med was lapping and gleaming a few meters away. It was then it hit me.

'I'm still not happy at all, how can I not be happy here! H was right, I don't know who I am either.....etc etc.'

Same old story really for the last few months, have actually gone back to uni, managing to keep it together!

Have also had a ruptured calf muscle.

This post was origianlly really really long, too long infact so I shortened it down this morning!

Hope everyone is well, sorry for the extended absence!

much love x